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i-hold-horrors-hand · 8 months

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I Never Saw You Coming: Prologue (Don't Get Attached)

Papa Emeritus IV needs a Prime Mover. Larysa needs a way to keep her cult from dying. They just might be the answer to each other’s problems.

And they just might fall in love along the way.

(Also readable on AO3 and Squidgeworld)

Don't get attached, Copia told himself, repeatedly. Don't get attached. This is just a political thing. Just business.

Just further spreading the word of the Dark Lord. Just keeping a cult from dying by showing them it'd be okay to associate with the greater Satanic church. Just combining two different (but similar) unholy factions.

Just his focusing on his responsibilities as the current Papa Emeritus. That's all.

It wasn't about the woman herself. It wasn't about being attracted to her. It wasn't about falling in love with her. It wasn't about being captivated by her and the way she carried herself, or admiring her confidence and her backbone. Or about how she took a genuine interest in what he had to say.

And it definitely wasn't about his heart soaring whenever she was around, and wanting to be with her...

No, it wasn't about any of that. Or it wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to just be a practical, unemotional decision. Not influenced by how he felt about her at all.

Don't get attached, Copia told himself.

Too late, he replied.

Don't get attached, Larysa told herself, repeatedly. Don't get attached. He's just a means to an end.

A way to keep her cult from dying. A way to breathe new life into it. A way to keep it going. A way to get it into a higher standing in the world.

A way to carry out her responsibility. That's all.

Not someone to care about. Not someone to love. Not someone to adore.

Not someone who made her happy, who made her smile, who made her heart sing. Not someone to want to be with.

Don't get attached, Larysa told herself. Don't let his smile get to you. Don't think about how much he loves rats. Don't think about how sweet he is to his ghouls. Don't think about his enthusiasm on stage. Don't think about how adorable he is. Don't think about how big his dick is. Don't think about how good he makes you feel.

Don't get attached, Larysa told herself.

Too late, she replied.

#papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus 4 #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #my writing #i never saw you coming #blank blogs dni #posting this again because the formatting on the old version is shit

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iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker · 11 months

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#when he gives you the flutters 🦋#I never saw you coming #please don’t break me #3am thoughts #free verse

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aunmenosheteroenespanol · 1 month

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2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

#911 #911edit #911 abc #911 show #911 spoilers #911 season 7 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #evan 'buck' buckley #kinley #bucktommy #kinkley #tevan #pick a ship name you guys and thanks for picking tevan the most correct name #anyway analysis time!#looking back with Modern Knowledge tm about why tommy acts the way he does in the past... babygirl you were so closeted I'm so proud #babygirl was back there getting into narnia #he was so resistant to letting go of the pseudo-family he'd found at the 118 in chimney begins #even tho it was a good old boys club that he knew he really didn't fit into he was making himself fit because at least it was something #but then he let chimney in and then hen came around and he saw a very queer person being openly queer and not giving a fuck what they think #and I think his behavior in that episode was trying to support hen as much as he could without outing himself #because like. how do you give up years of relative safety with people who do care about you they just won't like you anymore if you're *you #then he meets buck in s7 which is like 10-20 years later timeline is fake and he's like oh. this is what unconditional family is #and he's like oh. maybe I can come back. maybe I can be part of this again somehow. maybe we've both grown enough #or at the very least he'll be close to something he never believed would really happen for him #rant over tevan my beloved tim minear pillow cold both sides god bless #my edits

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hansama · 8 months

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Day 7 - I love you

i cried multiple times while drawing this q///q) even now my eyes are still teary asdlkjfhskdh////// god... I love them sm.... thank you @htsan/@sansxyouweek for hosting this wonderful event!!! my heart screamed and break danced so much during it!!

thank you for everyone who enjoyed my drawings during this week!! Q///Q) ♥

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thedisablednaturalist · 4 months

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Sometimes terms mean certain things and belong to certain groups of people and are not meant to apply to people outside that group. And that is on purpose and valid. You can make your own terms to describe your own experiences, you don't get to take terms from other people, especially people more vulnerable/less privileged than you. If multiple people tell you that the term is not for you, respect that.

When terms get used for many different situations they get diluted and trivialized. Remember "trigger"? It was a specific medical term and is now used to mean "something that pissed or upset someone". Brain fog is now turning into abled people just being a little sleepy or out of it, not literally a clinical term for brains not functioning correctly due to various illnesses. I tell someone I have brain fog and they say lol me too XD no you fucking don't. "Spirit animal" was taken from indigenous peoples so white people could make funny haha relatable t-shirts. Two spirit almost got taken by queer white people as well (although I think most people have backed off on that hopefully).

Not everything needs to apply to as many people as possible. You don't need to and can't relate to everyone. We can still support each other while respecting differences.

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#wrenfea.exe #this is about people using nonverbal for selective mutism btw #and about mentally ill abled people using cripple #like if ambulatory wheelchair users can come up with our own term then you can too #idk if its not as concise or it takes effort to get it to catch on #you dont get to steal the work other people have done to spread awareness of their term and its meaning #disability #nonverbal #selective mutism #spoonie #chronic disability #chronic pain #chronic illness #cripple #cripple punk #autism #adhd #readying my inbox for a wave of the stupidest people who've never seen any of my posts to flood the gates #i saw someone throwing ambulatory wheelchair users under the bus to justify why they should be able #to use the term nonverbal #pls correct me if you are from the relevant communities #i updated this to make it more accurate bc funnily enough brain fog made me forget about chronic illness triggers

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black-and-yellow · 1 month

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#Saw a man bite straight through a chicken bone on YouTube.#I was gripped. In awe.#A jaw strength rivaled only by - I thought to myself - Present Mic #can't even remember how I got onto the video but it's stuck with me ever since #he had a captivating positive vibe. I would enjoy a meal with him. The chicken looked a little underdone though #bnha #mha #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #present mic #bnha comic #not even technically a comic this bad boy is two slides #always thinking about the rooftop gang naming Sushi like 'whats everyones favourite food?'#and Yamada says 'fried chicken' like that would be the best name for a cat- actually. you know what. that is a pretty good name for a cat #Might call my next tarantula Fried Chicken. Who knows?#Edited the last panel to take out the speech bubble cause it looked like I was implying it was weird to eat bone marrow #But I meant the entire bone itself like the crunchy bit #But apparently they do that in some places so I thought that it might come across as a bit insensitive and I didnt wanna get cancelled.#eat bones if you want I would love to eat bones but I'm a coward #It's not really a thing in the UK I don't think. I've never seen anyone do it. I guess we just produce a lot of food waste.#so nobody was going to tell me you could eat bones? I just had to find out myself on Youtube?

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deoidesign · 2 months

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A frustrating development with the growing lack of reading comprehension I've personally noticed is an emerging fervor of insisting things aren't canon unless they are explicitly stated beyond all reasonable doubt.

I can not emphasize enough how harmful a mindset this is to have. Yes, it's wonderful to have characters outright say "I'm trans," but to deny a character's identity for not saying that is dangerous.

Plenty of real people prefer not to use specific labels. Historically, people didn't have our modern terms or modes of expression. Many modern cultures don't use these terms, either, and plenty of people within those that do can't safely openly identify.

If the only representation you accept as canon is within modern (and let's be honest, wealthy white able-bodied American) standards, then you are denying yourself and others a huge amount of representation and seriously limiting the media around you.

#remembering how people were like hmm its not actually canon that Steve is trans and adam is nonbinary...#steve doesnt fucking know what 'trans' is hes an unhoused time traveling cowboy like!!!#after an arc. about werewolves. and how people become werewolves because theyre unhappy with their lives.#especially specifically regarding their body/gender #and how adam explicitly says 'your family never saw you as a man'#AND THEN FOLLOWS IT UP. with referring to Steve as 'the man who chose'#like for fucks sake #you are being deliberately and willfully ignorant if you say its not canon.#your ideas of transness are extremely extremely limited if it doesnt include people who dont use the word.#god. ugh. ive been annoyed by this since that episode came out #dont even get me started on how people barely noticed adam is nonbinary.mm #they said they dont wanna be called a boyfriend. come on!!! come on!!!!#how can i make it clearer without them saying shit they woildnt say and have no context for!!!!#scream.#anyways.#delete later lol im just frustrated again.#im not even sure i worded this how i wanted to

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quadrantadvisor · 22 days

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Alright new Jason Todd headcanons in a dpxdc setting:

Danny is a "liminal" ghost, rather than a "half" ghost. He's alive and dead at the same time. (He's like Jesus Christ (in the church denomination I grew up in), fully ghost and fully human.) Danny, in human form, can go through a ghost shield, because he IS a living human.

Jason, however, is a reanimated corpse. He isn't a ghost, wouldn't have a ghost core, etc, he has a normal human system that runs ON ectoplasm. Jason CANNOT go through a ghost shield, because he is always an ectoplasmic entity. Danny can go through the Fenton Ghost Catcher and be split into a ghost and a human; if Jason went through the ghost catcher, he would straight up die.

(For my purposes I'm gonna say that Jason became an ectoplasmic entity upon his resurrection, but wasn't very stable. Dunking in the Lazarus pit stabilized his system but also poisoned his ectoplasm.)

I do think that Jason could learn certain ghost abilities if he learned to harness his ectoplasm, especially if they detoxed him off the Lazarus waters. He's probably already enhancing his stealth and strength in ways he hasn't really noticed. I think he's held back by the amount of physical matter he's lugging around, so maybe he couldn't fly, but I'm imagining temporary invisibility, or intagibility of like, a limb at a time. Maybe he can't walk through walls, but in a fight he can dodge by instinctively making the targeted part of his body intangible.

#i saw someone call jason a 'revenant' in a fanfic once and that is juicy as hell so I'm stealing that- that's what he is in this au #Jason's ectoplasm does react to other ectoplasmic entities so they can sense eachother #but for ghosts he's fucking weird because he doesn't have a core for them to resonate with or w/e #danny would probably think that he's another halfa/liminal at first but the more time they spend together the more that doesn't add up #so I know that I'm trying to give Jason ghost powers but honestly this whole thing is kind of a bum deal for him #he gets all of a ghost's weaknesses and barely any of the benefits #honestly I'm conceptualizing this as more of a disability than a superpower #discovering that youre less alive than you thought you were and you're technically just a walking talking corpse running on supernatural goo #is fucked up and creepy and upsetting!#and it's something that he would have to come to terms with before he could start exploring what new opportunities it might give him #and i think that's really interesting #it's part of why I love messing with Jason in dpxdc stories so much #danny is fully ghost and fully human and he never feels like he fits in anywhere already #Jason is not quite human and not quite ghost so you can imagine how that would go for him #anyways i think they should be best friends and visit frostbite in the realms to make sure jason is healthy and also they should maybe kiss #and listen to the black parade together and talk about dying and stuff #danny fenton #jason todd #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #dc #batfam #my rambles

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writeouswriter · 1 year

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I love how ominous such basic names like "The Organization" or "The Institute" or "The Initiative" or "The Facility" or etc. are when placed in like a shady sci-fi context, like there's no reason for them to sound that suspicious, but without elaboration, it's like here is a place where they are doing things™ and I am like ooohh, because the blank state, the refusal to give you any more detail makes you think they're hiding something on purpose and leaves the darkest corner of the imagination left to fill in the rest.

#writing #writeblr #names #i want to give my shady research facilities in my stories actual names but some part of me is like #you'll never get the level of unease you get from just naming it the institute rather than the x institute or something #sci-fi #other genres i guess too but usually sci-fi #the barn in haven why is that the scariest sounding thing ever like?#you just know that thing ain't a barn #it is a barn physically outside but oh the creep factor that name gives i can't explain #the shop in firestarter? like f*ck it conjures up images of a workshop and saws building and tearing apart people for some reason #the initiative in buffy it's so nondescript and unassuming just like its soldiers living among the campus and the military power they hold #etc etc etc you know #mayhaps i am not creative enough to come up with better names also mayhaps

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methoughtsphantom · 4 months

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DP x DC

not me thinking about imaginary scenarios of ten year old Tim Drake in the ghost zone (pariah’s castle)

where Tim thinks it’s strangely soothing that despite being the only one whose steps connect to the ground, there’s not that eerie silence that befell drake manor

strange blob creatures chitter softly and nip at his hair and swooshes and wisps of wind betray the presence of an invisible ghost

which after following he realizes it’s almost like he’s trailing after the black dark shadow that is batman again

which gives him the idea that, maybe, just this one time, he can play the part of robin

that in mind Tim makes out a game of sneaking to the side of ghosts that look like they’re brooding and if they can spot him he loses

most just grunt in response (very in character) while others fuss over him and ask questions which Tim uses to infodump

he also politely asks the ghost that always asks him how he’s doing to instead say the word “report”

(the ghost looks at him weirdly but humors him and besides the answer would be the same anyways)

Tim also(!!)

gets on the case of why the walls lack tangibility when he is the one leaning on them (he doesn’t live down the time he wanted to look cool only to fall through the wall)

hyperfixates on how gravity works in the ghost zone because he couldn’t do a skateboard trick he has pulled off many many times and he’s salty about it

tries to figure out where they are getting human food from (cause it’s hot enough to be homemade but also there’s no kitchen —so how could it be) (also he wants coffee)

finds out the dude that often gives him a side eye when he finds that Tim knows how to do something (math homework), is next in line for the throne and yet doesn’t have a single “mingle and talk people up” bone in his body. (despite it his networking is a solid 7/10)

gets a ghost horse to adopt him what

discovers pretty quickly that there are rooms to which he can’t phase through (a.k.a. he’s not allowed entry) to which he begrudgingly backs off even though that stands in his way of doing a very thorough layout™ of the place (robin would)

sulks over the lack of extreme sports in the place

(Danny takes him to the Far Frozen where they go tire sliding in the snow and where tim learns how to use a skateboard skate and also that ghost ice cream is just as good as normal ice cream)

sulks again cuz he caught a common cold

also because there’s no sun or moon poor Timmy’s already screwed sleep schedule gets more messed up to the point no one knows when or where he will fall asleep

(ghosts find him in the most unhinged of places with a signature purple cloak draped over him every. single. time.)

overall, be a menace

see-> the time he threatened to build ghost weapons he’d somehow memorized the blueprints of cause Danny wouldn’t let him visit the radium girls factory but yes the renaissance period

see-> that time he went through the whole ghost energy and how to work with it book section in the library and half an hour later had a prototype of a star wars laser beam made

(note: bribing only works for hot chocolate, not for letting him keep cool-looking guns)

just tim having the time of his life

clockwork being no help at all (the ghost loves being a cryptid)

and danny trying not to get attached while he progressively gets more concerned over this chaos child he emotionally adopted as his little brother

(to fit canon cause i want it to this would just be until Danny finds the dimension little Timmy is from, then they can safely yeet the child back to the moment he first went missing)

anyways before anyone knows it’s been three months

#tim drake #danny phantom #dp x dc au #batman #dc #dp x dc #danny fenton #like this little guy practiced with ghosts #which don’t breathe #tim comes back to gotham and can sneak up to batman better than an assassin #don’t make sound on the floor if they don’t want #and have heightened senses #you are gonna tell me that in all the bats career they never saw the little tiny child that followed them around with a camara??#whelp now you got an explanation as to why #also upon realizing Danny didn’t know anything about how to mingle Tim who has been going to galas for years self appoints himself #to teach him don’t frett #little headcannons in my own au #this in my head is fic #it’s more extensive but it was getting long #i was going through some mental hoops to find the correlation between his hobby and tim this time deciding to be robin #instead of the shadow chasing AFTER Batman #but basically it’s because this time tim had someone to make of Batman #he’s not alone #and he’s a kid #he wants to play #and now that he can play With someone of course Timmy is gonna chose his hero

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i-hold-horrors-hand · 8 months

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I Never Saw You Coming: Chapter 1 (Introduction + Interview)

Papa Emeritus IV needs a Prime Mover. Larysa needs a way to keep her cult from dying. They just might be the answer to the other’s problem.

And they just might fall in love along the way.

(Also readable on AO3 and Squidgeworld)

Larysa had spent the better part of her morning rooting through her closet. She had an important appointment today, and she wanted to make a good first impression. Which required the right outfit. Which could be so difficult to put together.

Eventually, she decided on a tight black dress, matching black heels, and a cute black bolero jacket. Sexy meets business-casual. Just her style, and (probably) appropriate for the people she'd be meeting later.

Touching up her makeup and checking herself out in the mirror, she picked up her purse and made her way out the door, confidence in her stride and curiosity in her mind.

She didn't really know what to expect, and she was eager to see just what—and who—was awaiting her arrival today.

Larysa's heels clicked against the abbey's diamond-patterned floor, the sound echoing throughout the halls, signalling her arrival.

She was ten minutes early, as she usually was whenever she had an appointment or meeting, and took these extra minutes to re-check her appearance in her compact mirror, and go over the points she wanted to cover once she and Sister Imperator—the one she'd been corresponding with these past few weeks—spoke.

The door she was now standing in front of opened, and Sister Imperator—polite smile not fully hiding her intimidating nature—greeted her and welcomed her inside.

"Nice to finally meet you, Miss Hotaling. Please, come in."

Larysa entered the room and immediately noticed the man sitting at the table, watching her with mismatched eyes. He had some stylized skull-paint on his face—which looked either cute or spooky, depending on the angle you viewed him from—and was dressed in a simple black suit. Well, relatively simple. Larysa recognized it as a Thierry Mugler creation, and its collar and hem were uniquely cut. This all went surprisingly well with his salt-and-pepper hair, and she was already beginning to get excited to talk to this man. Clearly, he was more interesting than Miss Imperator had let on.

She shook hands with Miss Imperator, and with the skull-painted man—Papa, he'd said?—who rose to greet her and lightly kissed the back of her hand.

Interesting fashion sense and a gentleman? Larysa's curiosity was now piqued even more.

Imperator motioned for them all to sit, and Larysa took a seat across from her and Papa, legs crossed and hands folded in her lap.

"So," Sister Imperator began, "Miss Hotaling, I'm happy to formally introduce you to our current head of the church, Papa Emeritus the Fourth." She gestured to Copia, smiling broadly.

Larysa smiled. "Hello, Papa. Nice to finally meet you."

"N-nice to meet you too, Miss Hotaling."

This man...Papa, actually sounded nervous. Though she was used to that kind of reaction (she often had that effect on people), she couldn't help but find it charming coming from him.

"Please," she replied, warmly, "Call me Larysa."

"Larysa." Imperator clapped her hands together. "Now that you've met our current Papa, I'd like to get to why we invited you here today..."

Larysa eyed the Satanic anti-pope as she listened to Sister Imperator's spiel. She'd heard it before, of course, but the Satanic sister was going over it again, adding more details here-and-there, filling in some blanks that she'd left out previously.

The current Papa needed to produce an heir at some point in the future, and to do that, he would need a partner, someone to carry and birth said heir. A 'Prime Mover', as Sister Imperator called it. And she had decided that Larysa was potentially perfect for the job.

Larysa wondered if the current Papa agreed, and decided that she would have to find out later, on her own; currently, the man across from her looked nervous, and like he was about to scurry out of the room, and possibly puke.

A funny contrast to his rather formal, well-dressed appearance. The skull makeup also wasn't looking particularly spooky at the moment, either. It was doing absolutely nothing to hide the anxious wrinkles or the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed nervously.

He looked kind of cute.

After her spiel, Sister Imperator stood up and clapped her hands together again.

"Well. Now that I've gone over the gist of it, I'll leave you two alone to get to know each other a little better."

The poor nervous Papa looked like he wanted to scream as Sister Imperator left the room, and Larysa made a mental note to try to put him at ease.

Poor guy. It's always awkward when your mother tries to set you up with someone.

Copia eyed the pretty blonde sitting opposite him, as he fiddled with his gloves in a subtle-but-nervous way.

And nervous he was. It had been Sister Imperator's idea (well, Papa Nihil's too, but mostly Imperator's) that he should find a Prime Mover soon; with the other Papas dead, and no one next in line after him, an heir would have to be made at some point in the future...which means he would need someone to gestate and give birth to that heir.

He had initially pushed back against the idea a little bit, but Sister Imperator convinced him that he really should give the idea a chance. Give her a chance—to find him a suitable candidate to be his Prime Mover.

So, he did. And after weeks of searching, interviews , and Satan knows what else she'd been doing...Imperator had cheerfully told him that she had finally narrowed it down to one person. A religious leader, like him. One touched by infernal forces, also like him. And beautiful.

So far, he could tell that that last part was accurate. The blonde sitting across from him—smiling politely, yet with a professional and cool demeanour—was indeed beautiful. Slender but still a bit curvy, leggy, blonde (duh), and a snappy dresser.

He was already tense about the whole thing, but seeing just how pretty she was in person? Definitely made it worse. As did her voice.

When she spoke to him, Copia had to suppress a little squeak. Satanas, even her voice was beautiful...slightly lower than her appearance would have you believe, and had just the tiniest hint of rasp to it, which was very sexy.

And her legs. Oh, Lucifer...her legs...

Copia found his gaze drifting to Larysa's legs. The form-fitting dress she was wearing ended a bit above her knees, and rode up just the tiniest bit as she sat. Which allowed him a decent view of her legs, which were long, elegant, and toned.

He found himself thinking about trailing a gloved hand up her leg, and wondered how she'd react to that. Would she shiver? Would she let out a little noise that was halfway to a moan? And what if he took off his gloves and touched her legs? He'd probably be the one making noise...

He swallowed and mentally shook himself from these thoughts. There would be time to indulge in the lust she was evoking in him, later. Right now, he had to focus.

He was looking for a potential Prime Mover, not a quick lay. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to see if a bond could form between them. He wanted to see if he could, at some point, fall in love with her. And if she could fall in love with him.

First things first, though.

"S-So..." Copia cleared his throat, trying desperately to squash his nerves and focus on getting to know the woman across from him. "Miss Hotaling..."

"Larysa, please."

"Larysa," Copia corrected himself, before continuing, "Sister Imperator told me that you're the head of a Satanic cult?" He decided to start with something professional, then work his way up to the more personal questions.

"Yes." Larysa smiled. "I'm the Conjugal Mother of the Transnational Order of the Succubi. We're a sex cult of mostly women—and others—who worship Lilith."

"I see." Copia shuffled some papers in front of him—questions to ask and information he wanted more details on, he'd wanted to be prepared for this "interview".

"And, I see you are a also a regular mother? That is...you have a child?"

"A daughter. She's in university at the moment."

"Ah, very nice. A mother who values education." Copia hoped that didn't sound as condescending as he thought it did.

"I do," Larysa replied. "An educated women is an empowered woman."

"Damn right," Copia smiled, hoping that didn't sound as cheesy as he thought it did.

"Her name is Allie, by the way."

"Allie? Such a lovely name. She must look as lovely as you."

Larysa laughed. "She does, but she looks more like her father."

"I see." Copia's voice wavered a bit at that. He mentally smacked himself for it. Of course Larysa's daughter had a father—most people weren't capable of parthenogenesis, and he seriously doubted Larysa was an exception.

"He's not in the picture," she added, softly, clearly sensing his shift in mood.

"Oh, ah....I'm sorry to hear that." Copia tried to sound sympathetic, and mostly succeeded.

"Don't be." Larysa sat back in her chair, uncrossing her legs—giving Copia the briefest glimpse of what she was wearing under her tight black dress—and adopted a more casual posture. "He was more of a fling than a boyfriend. I don't really miss him. Anyway, he's in the past, and I'm looking to the future." She winked at him, and he felt himself blushing under his Papal paints.

"R-right..." he stammered, cursing himself for not being able to be more smooth and calm. How the heaven was he supposed to present himself as a good potential partner if he kept acting like...this??

His self-flagellating thoughts were interrupted when Larysa came over to sit next to him, and his heart raced upon finding her leaning in even closer. He looked up into her eyes and bit his lip.

She gently flicked a stray section of his bangs from his face; he'd decided to not gel it all back this morning, having taken Imperator's remarks on how it made him look "quite boyish" to heart, hoping the woman he was meeting—Larysa—would find it attractive. Judging by the way she was looking at him—like the way he looked at a good rigatoni dish—she did indeed. His breath caught in his throat.

"You don't have to be nervous around me," she said, soothingly. "I won't bite...until the second date."

Copia coughed out a laugh, head swimming when Larysa laughed with him. Satanas, that laugh...he already could get used to hearing it.

Hell, he could get used to her touch, her appearance, her...

He blinked as he remembered something she'd said earlier.

"You...you said were the head of the Transnational Order of the Succubi?" he asked.

"Yes."

"So...You are one? A succubus, I mean?"

Larysa shrugged a shoulder. "Eh, partly. I have an ancestor who was one, but that part of the bloodline was already kind of thin when it got to me."

Ah. That explained it. People with succubus blood were naturally charming and attractive. Larysa was clearly no different, in that regard.

And, clearly, even being Papa made him no different from the everyday people who were charmed and wooed by Larysa's kind.

"Does that bother you?"

Larysa's question shook Copia from his thoughts. He blinked and looked up at her.

"No! Of course not." He rubbed lightly at his face, careful not to smudge his paints. "I just...don't meet a lot of people like you."

"Ah." Larysa grinned, propping her elbow on the back of her chair and resting her cheek on her hand. "So, I'm special, then, am I?"

Copia smiled, tentatively reached to take her other hand in his, and brushed his lips over her knuckles, a dash of smugness swirling inside him as he noticed that her cheeks pinkened a slight bit.

"I think you just might be, Larysa."

Their eyes locked onto each other's for a moment, before Sister Imperator opened the door again.

#papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #my writing #i never saw you coming #blank blogs dni #posting this again because the formatting on the original was shit

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